Where are you…

The night air was cool, the scent of damp grass clinging to the breeze as Lena stepped into the park. Her boots clicked softly on the pathway, the sound too loud in the stillness. Her hazel eyes darted left and right, scanning the shadows for movement.

The leather jacket hugged her frame, her breath fogging faintly in front of her as she walked deeper. Every rustle of leaves set her heart hammering. She clutched the strap of her bag tighter, her thighs brushing as she shifted beneath the short skirt, leggings stretched snug against her legs.

“Where are you…” she whispered under her breath, cheeks hot even in the chill air. She knew the model would be watching—waiting. That was their way. They thrived on control, on catching her when she was most ****.

The path curved around a stand of trees, the dim park lamps throwing long shadows across the grass. Lena slowed, her hazel eyes narrowing.

And then—she felt it. A prickle on the back of her neck. Someone was there. Watching.

Her breath caught, chest tightening beneath her jacket. She turned slowly, scanning the darkness. “...Hello?” she whispered, her voice trembling, half-hoping and half-dreading the answer.

From the shadows, the low chuckle she knew too well drifted out, smooth and taunting.

“You came.”

Her pulse leapt, heat blooming low in her belly.

The model stepped into the pale wash of lamplight, tall and confident, eyes gleaming as she closed the distance between them. her gaze raked down Lena’s body, taking in every detail of the outfit they’d instructed her to wear.

The model smiled, slow and dangerous. “Mmm. Perfect. Now…” her eyes glittered as she stopped just before Lena, fingers brushing the zipper of her jacket. “Let’s see how quickly we can make the park your stage.”

Clothing Status

Lena: is dressed in her new outfit—leather jacket, tank top, skirt, leggings, knee-high boots, lace bra and panties. She arrives at the park at midnight, nerves and desire twisting together.